My lust is still an infant in her arms
It suckles when it’s hungry, at her breast
She gives it hope by using all her charms
Within my lust my love for her’s expressed
I still recall the day it was conceived
We gave ourselves to fertile intercourse
Our wants were filled and almost every need
responded to her strong maternal force
My lust will grow as long as she will keep
her tender arms around its tiny form
I love it when she rocks my lust to sleep
or deviates my lust from every norm
My lover is the only one I trust
to hold within her arms my infant lust.